Since I'm twenty I went to the adult ER. I waited for twelve hours to get a room in a hallway where no one has ever heard of Cystic Fibrosis before. I had a doctor ask me what one of my medicines stood for... it was the name, and it didn't stand for anything.
I'm doing a little better now. I guess I should grow up into the adult world I've been thrown into. I need to just suck it up and grow up with my surroundings. I am grateful that I know what's going on, and that I pay attention. I'm so glad my parents taught me to be independent, along with advocating for myself.
In some ways I feel that my late childhood was tough. I was stuck home alone for two years, with a falling apart family. I had parents who hated each other, and I hated them for it. I had a sister who was drinking her life to the drain, and who was with a less-than-suitable match. I just wanted to scream, run away, anything. I can remember working up to 40 hours at Panera just so I would have to go home. I hated my parents for putting me through that. Finally I grew up, and you learn to forgive. You never forget, but you forgive.
I need to start forgiving. I need to forgive the nurse who doesn't know what tobi is, or the nurse who doesn't know I need 8 enzymes. I just need to start forgiving and letting things go. I tend to take things too personally, it's a flaw that I find most frustrating. I need to let things go. I need to let a lot of things go, but it's so hard sometimes teaching yourself something that feels so unnatural.
I was talking to my father today about being bi-polar and on medication. I explained that I can't figure out who I am because I'm on medicine and I miss the mania. I miss the fun, the excitement, the giggling, the energy: I miss it. I can't tell if my personality is more dull without mania or if my dosage really isn't correct. It's such a fickle thing.
I am thankful that I have people so special in my life, helping me through this tough journey. I would be hopelessly lost without those I love, and those who love me. I would be drowning without a helping hand to pull me out. So, thank you for all those times you saved me without knowing. I don't say thank you enough. I love you.
That's all for now. I only have 5 more days in the hospital then back to my love and the wonderful virginia weather. =) Back with a new attitude and a new outlook.